Gestures

at home.

at the park.

I like gestures.  I find them arresting in a brain-tickling way.  They are invitations to connect and comprehend.  They are open to interpretation.  Listening to words can become tiresome (remember, I can barely hear lyrics to songs)...I am much more kinesthetic, visual, intuitive than verbal and auditory.  

When asked the classic question, if you had to choose between going blind and going deaf, hands down, I always chose going deaf.  This changed after my kids came into my life.  Listening to their sounds and voices, their thoughts and words...I would still choose going deaf, but it is not as simple a decision anymore.

It was interesting to capture these two images within a 24-hour period during which I also watched Blackfish.  I learned that there are indications that orcas have language.  In one of the most emotional scenes of a documentary that had many, a mother orca in captivity hung absolutely still in a corner of a tank (reportedly for hours) moaning and screeching, gesturing her grief, utterly bereft by the hole left in her being and soul after her calf was taken from her (and sold/transferred to another facility).  (Orcas remain with their mothers for the duration of their lives in the wild.)

There is a poetry to the stillness of gesture.  The completeness of the moment.  It's what draws me to modern dance.  It is minimalism that has the potential to express oceans without a sound.

Peace.